“I can’t draw,” you say.
Drawing is just lines.
Line up your lines
until they look like
what you see
in your mind.

 “I can’t write,” you say.
Writing is just lines.
Line up your words
until they say
what your thoughts
have in mind.

“I can’t dance,” you say.
Dancing is just lines.
Lines of movement
drawn with your body
until they portray
what you feel
in your soul.

“I can’t” is just a line
we tell ourselves
when we’re afraid.